Archive: August, 2008

Early each morning fingers of mists roll out of Boyd’s Bay into the open water. Below the mist, millions of water spiders skim and skip across the surface creating tiny ripples on the otherwise still lake. It’s the quietest time of the day, the time the sun is just rising above the ridge of trees that mark the start of the great northern forests. The conditions are perfect for catching breakfast in a place where one eats what they kill and clean themselves.

I am on vacation at my family’s cottage in Northern Ontario and this morning, I’m taking my nephew fishing. We’re in the faster of the two boats, tooling across Lake Muskoka at about fifteen knots. Beside me at the bow of the boat is my nephew Tyler. He’s wrapped in an old Hudson’s Bay blanket with a mug of steaming cocoa in his eleven year old hands. I’m talking with Tyler about being a good webmaster. He has just posted his first website and is interested in how search engines work. I’m happy to teach him the ways of web marketing but first we need to cover the fundamentals of bass fishing.